Dream

we sat across the bench in the park
you passed me a letter written in sarlet ink
I was too afraid to read the taboo for breakup

it started to rain
the smudge of blood trickled down
marking a curse and a dead past
it was a slow death of bleeding out
youth, hope and dying wishes

Goodbyes

farewell wanna be yet never be for fear of losing the now should have never been

farewell promised to be yet could not be for losing faith of forever be

farewell the me pretended to be yet could never be for losing myself was what it would ever be

farewell all my past should have been could have been yet would never be

close the doors and let the ghosts rest
follow the guiding light to my destined to be